is such a dear, he is always
wanting me to have more than I will
allow him to get, Now he wants to
buy me a diamond pin and bracelet,
but I'd rather have a car that we
both can enjoy."
To say that Mary Beard had
' something of a "jolt" would be put
ting it mildly. She went home think
ing hard, "diamonds, automobiles,"
whilp shft' th other nsrtner's wife.
O was pinching a.dime in two. She had
found the nine years or economis
ing, which seemed to grind, closer
each year, nerve and soul wearing,
but she. had tried to do the best she
could, believing it was neecssary in
order make both ends meet. She
had tome to know that her husband
was extremely economical, but she
-now'realized it was a clear case of
What should she do? Should she
leave him? But John had many good
traits and she loved bim.x Still she
had no intention of letting things go
on as they were. She said nothing
to John but continued to think.
One'evening, as Beard entered his
.apartment he heard the sewing ma
chine busily clicking. At this hour
Mary was generally getting the din
ner or smilingly awaiting him in the
dining room. Entering the living
reom he found the chairs piled with
men's trousers and waistcoats, in va
rious stages of completion, books
and paper cleared from the table to
make way for thfead, buttons, etc.,
and Mary hard at work at the. ma-,
chine. So noisily was it going that'
Mary did not even seem to hear him
enter. Dumfounded he stood in the
middle of the room, looking from the
piles of sewing to the figure bent over
the machine and back again. Finally
he exploded with: "MaryMVhat does
His wife looked up, smiled pleas
antly and blandly answered: "Why,
JphV, dear, I'm just doing a little
work to help you along, that's all."
"But this is not at all necessary."
"Oh, yes it is, Why the work I
have here will mate the first pay
ment on a rug. I can get-It on the
instalment plan, you know."
"But," he began, "I don't want you
to do this!"
"Now don't say a word!" she
coaxed. "I know, darling, how hard
you have to work and how worried
you are, over the business going
"But it's not 'going badly,' he
snorted. "Don't tell any one that."
"Why, of course not- I know you
haven't wanted to worry even me by
saying anything. I am not going to
ask for thing. I'm going to try to
help you by earning them so you
won't be bothered,"
It was quite useless for John to
bluster and protest. She was so
cheery and smiling over it all that
he was entirely nonplussed, Besides
she ran the machine at top speed
while he was speaking.
Not seeing his wife make any move
toward the dining room, and' not be
ing able to make-much conversa
tional headway aboye the clatter of
the sewing machine, Joe went up to
her "and touched her on the shoulder.
"Comei Mary! Do drop that and let
us have dinner."
She paused long enough to look up
very sweetly and say: "You'll find it
all ready for you on the table. I can't
stop now or I won't have that work
finished when I promised. You know
you say you're not businesslike if
you're not prompt."
"But you must "
"Listen, dear," she interrupted, "I
know you wont mind just taking
some cold scraps when I'm so busy.
And I've saved quite a bit on the din
ner, too. Oh, I'm learning to econo
mize," she laughed.
"Economize," he growled. "Come
He even tried to drag her from her
work. After he had gone into the
other rpom she shook so with laugh
ter she almost broke a needle. She
would have given something to see
hjs face when he sat down to thos
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